Is a woman's insistence on self-love right? Is it wrong? Who would know that all this is just a belief.
The night outside the window belongs to every wandering heart
cool moonlight
The brilliance that covers the ground
Lonely shadow, silent raised hands
Nodding slightly, he acknowledged the loneliness. It was an unspeakable loneliness.
The missing hole in my heart covered with scars
Still aching
Now that the annoying man is gone, how much more expectations will there be, or is it still waiting?
Looking at other people's happy lives, I envy them. Really, I just want a simple life.